Chapter 39: Chapter 39

- What I know

Deila's pov

The things he was doing to me. Good Lord, I was crazed with lust. Convulsed with desire. Before now, I always thought earth-shattering orgasms only existed in books and other fictional works, but after experiences one I knew that wasn't the case. If anything, I was starting to think fictional orgasms were understatements.

My climax erupted every nerve of my body—from my spinning head to my curled toes—that I thought for a minute I was going to die from pleasure. But if that was what death was, then it'd be a sweet death.

I never thought it would feel so good to have a man between my legs, with a tongue so warm and smooth, lips so soft and teeth that grazed the right way... he knew what he was doing.

I didn't think about how he knew so well to please a woman. I was just grateful he did.

When I kissed him, I tasted myself. Sweet, tasting a bit of fruit, and more of how a vagina should taste. He suckled my tongue deep into his mouth, erupting more desire below my tummy.

I reached down his pants, dreaded what I was about to do for a nanosecond, but shoved it off my mind. I wanted to get this over and done with. I wanted him. Needed him inside of me.

He flinched when I brushed my hand over his hardness. Goddamn was he hard. I grabbed him through his pants, eliciting a groan from him. I figured his hardness pressing hard against his zipper the way it did must've been painful for him so I started to unzip him. He lifted, giving me space for what I wanted, but I had other plans.

I pushed him to the side of the bed so I was straddling him, then kissed down, stopping when I reached his bulge. I undid the button, then the zipper, before proceeding to pull down the pants and Kevin Klein shorts.

By God. He was enormous. I wondered for a moment if he'll ever fit in any part of me. But when he held my eyes and said, "It'll fit," I eased.

I climbed the bed so I was on his legs, that way I had him where I wanted. He jerked when I licked his length from the bottom to the top, swirling my tongue on the tip.

When I took him in my mouth, I only got to the middle. With what I'd read in books and just going with the flow, I wet him, swirling my tongue at the head again before taking him deeper and bopping my head. His grunt was the encouragement I needed, placing both of my hands on his thighs I continued to bopped my head, slowly at first, then faster and faster.

"Damn baby," was the only thing I got from the incoherent things he said through groans.

He held my head in place, going down my throat, then pulled out when I started to gag. To my surprise, my gag reflex wasn't as bad when I took him deep into my throat the second time.

"God, Dei," He groaned. "Fuck. You've to stop baby." But I continued, determined to get him to climax, and passed it.

"I'm going to..." warm liquid I knew was his seeds spilled down my throat. And I continued to suck him, drinking every drop of him.

"Oh shit."

He was beautiful, losing all his guard. His eyes shut and his head thrown back. He was that beautiful sight I wanted to see every single second if I could.

When he came down from high, he looked at me in awe. "You're something else, woman." He brought me up, flipping us around so he hovered on top.

Placing kisses on my neck, his hand traveled down to my center, he rubbed on my still sensitive clit and I writhed, biting his lips.

"You're dripping, baby. Did sucking my dick turn you on?"

I nodded.

I didn't know when he offed his shirt or when he sheathed his dick as I was distracted by his lips on mine.

The next thing I felt his dick was rubbing on my clit, going to my entrance and back my clit. Back and forth. I bit my lips to hold back my cry. It felt so good.

"You ready?"

"Yes."

"Alright, babe. You have to breathe and tell me when to stop."

"Yes."

And the tip of his dick was in, then the sharp pain I anticipated. When he was in fully I wanted to burst. The pain was so much.

"Shh, baby. Sorry." His thumb caught the tear that I didn't even know had dropped.

He waited till I was ready. I waited for him to move, when he didn't, I lifted my hip and thrust. The pain was still there, but the desire overwhelmed it.

"Wait, not yet," he told me, kissing my forehead, then my brows, my nose, and lips.

His lips entrapped mine in a searing kiss, his hands cupped my breasts and he grabbed them pinch. Although I was already a sack of desire, new volts surged through me, I felt myself get wetter if that was possible.

Then he started to move. And God, it was heaven. He was slow at first, then he increased his pace. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper as I tried to meet his thrusts. Not that I could. I was weak with lust. Lusting love.

When his hands reached between our bodies to rub my clit in circular motions before he pinched, I lost it. Convulsing hard. My legs shaking as my toes curled. My body shivering and my swirling head.

I didn't try to hold back my cries. I just couldn't. I cried his name and everything I could.

Three more thrusts and I felt his body shake, his head falling back as he grunted my name. What a sight he was. So Magnifique.

He rolled us so that I was on top of him. I was already drifting off to sleep when I jolted by the intruding noise of a phone ringing.

We were at the edge of the king-sized bed, I almost fell to the ground.

"Shit. Sorry," James said as he held me tighter to his body, preventing me from falling.

He shifted to the center of the bed with me still on top of him. He was so comfy and hard, I loved that I was laying on him even though I had opted for sleeping in the bed because I worried my weight was too much.

He'd objected, insisting I remained on his body. James wasn't like most men who cooed their women with flattery words like 'It's fine. You practically weigh nothing.' even when they weighed more than they could carry. He'd agreed I weighed a lot, but that with curves like mine, he expected even more. Then he'd bragged about his body build, stating the obvious: I could carry times two of you.

He had practically called me fat or plump, I was and in the right places. I imagined people picking offenses from similar words and was irked. I wasn't a wee bit insecure about my body, quite the contrary, I was overly confident about my body and size and I wished everyone was too.

Weighing 75 I was 5'ft 10, with a waist of 27, hips size of 44, butt size of 47, and a c- cup size of 38. In all sense of the word, I was sexy and found comfort in my skin. And as my Irish mum had told me, I was an AFRICA WOMAN. I always laughed at her praises because I didn't take well to flattery. Or rather, I didn't know how to react to them.

After assuring him several times that I was fine and that it wasn't his fault I almost fell off the bed, but that of my easily frightened self, he relaxed and hugged me to him.

The phone rang again.

"Pick up," I told him and he shrugged. "Might be something about your sister."

That did it.

Reality dawned on us. I rolled off his taking the duvet with me. I contemplated going to the bathroom but decided against it. I wanted to know if there was an update on Zara.

Despite us being lost in our worlds for what felt like hours, I knew for a fact Zara didn't leave our minds. There was that knowledge that the tensed cloud still hovered. That consciousness that something else was happening. Something big.

"Hello?" He answered the phone eagerly.

"When? Okay. I'm coming." Three responses that said 'bad' and he hung up.

His demeanor didn't change. Or he tried to not show changes by keeping a calm face, but I knew. I knew he got some news. I knew because his shoulders tensed while he was on the phone.

"What was that?" I queried.

"Nothing. Just my dad saying he wants to see me. About some update, the FBI got or something."

FBI?

"Don't think for a moment I forgot about this tense cloud. I'm starting to breathe the air again."

He sighed, giving me an again-with-this look.

"Are you going to tell me?"

A loud ping from his phone interrupted whatever he was going to say. A sound of a text notification. He looked down on his phone and I watched his expressionless face for any sign as he read the text.

I didn't mean to pry, but my eyes caught 'waiting' from the text.

"Listen, babe. Something came up. I gotta get to my dad."

My face dropped. I was enjoying the moment, but it was bound to be cut short from the very start. I willed myself to shrug off the thought. I had never been the selfish type, and I wasn't going to be selfish over a man that had more important things to tend to. His sister, Zara's safety was the most important thing at the moment. And I wanted her to be alright. God, I wanted her to be.

I and James have all the time in the world. We do, I assured myself.

"Okay, babe.

He gave a tight smile, tugging me to him.

''I know it's not okay. I saw the way your face dropped.'' He sighed, looking down at me.

"Trust me when I say if it was up to me I'd stay here. Like this with you, till eternity. Unless we have to go to the grocery cause I'd want us to remain healthy and live till we are eighty."

We chortled in unison.

"But Zara. Zara is my priority right now. Her safety. Her-"

"Shh." I placed my index finger on his lips.

"You don't have to explain. It will be selfish of me to want to stay like this with you when Zara's God knows where. I care about her too, you know that. She's family. I want you to worry about her. I want to worry about her. And we'll live till 80... when your gum would be toothless."

I saw him struggle to hold back his laugh. We were able to keep a straight face, until one at a time, giggles escaped from me, and both our waves of laughter erupted. Slowly it died into giggles as it had started.

He suddenly had a straight face on, looking me deep in the eye before trailing his eyes to my lips, down my body, and then back to my eyes. A new wave of electricity traveled through me as I realized the duvet had pooled at the feet of the bed.

Prolly when he tugged me to him, I thought.

Slowly, his lips came down on mine as he sucked me hard into a kiss. I kissed him back before pulling back breathlessly.

"You could stay here if you'll like to." He suggested and I shook my head no.

"Want me to drop you home?"

"I'd have loved you to, but no. You've to get going."

"Or you could come with me." He winked.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, babe."

"Alright then." I agreed with a sigh.

We got dressed and walked out together. Hand in hand.

This time I didn't suggest to drive. I didn't want to. I was still feeling dazed from the short sleep, or maybe the feeling was from the sting between my legs that was evidence. Evidence that the last few hours wasn't a dream. I had him inside of me. I had him holding my hands now. I had the man I loved, fully. Finally.

It all felt too overwhelmingly good to be true.